Sitting watching cars go by,
Person in a truck says hi.
The truck disobeys the light and drives on by,
Sometimes I wish those people would die.
Other section had green light for a bit,
And all I have to do is sit sit sit.
All I have to is stare at red,
Imagining a lot of people dead.
Biting my nails and starting to grin,
Nails are to short,
I start to chew a pen.
See a person next to me waiting too,
I open my window and say "F*ck you."
Traffic Light, never changes.
Traffic Light, mood changes.
Traffic Light, Can I go?
These damn lights are way too slow.
I have to pee but I have to hold it,
Person laughing and it makes me unfold,
Person laughing and it makes me unfold,
Person laughing and it makes me unfold,
Person laughing and it makes me unfold.
So I slam the door with my fists balled up,
And the light changes and I'm get f*cked up.
Hit by cars
Hit by trucks,
Seems like I'm out of luck.
Hit by cars
Hit by trucks,
Seems like I'm out of luck
Traffic Light, never changes.
Traffic Light, mood changes.
Traffic Light, Can I go?
These damn lights are way too slow.
A contest entry
- You like Songs? by Darkwell.
1700 points, ended April 10, 25 entries
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OMG this was hysterical, this totally hit the contest hard yo
i cant wait to get a license so i can sit at a traffic light and have to pee im gonna totally remember this then. Awesome building of agrevation and feelings in this. Stellar high marks


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